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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 103<br />
smoking with a cigarette holder. As far as he could tell, his was the only cigarette holder<br />
in the whole Mediterranean theater of operations, and the thought was both flattering<br />
and disquieting. He had no doubts at all that someone as debonair and intellectual as<br />
General Peckem approved of his smoking with a cigarette holder, even though the two<br />
were in each other’s presence rather seldom, which in a way was very lucky, Colonel<br />
Cathcart recognized with relief, since General Peckem might not have approved of his<br />
cigarette holder at all. When such misgivings assailed Colonel Cathcart, he choked back<br />
a sob and wanted to throw the damned thing away, but he was restrained by his<br />
unswerving conviction that the cigarette holder never failed to embellish his masculine,<br />
martial physique with a high gloss of sophisticated heroism that illuminated him to<br />
dazzling advantage among all the other full colonels in the American Army with whom<br />
he was in competition. Although how could he be sure?<br />
Colonel Cathcart was indefatigable that way, an industrious, intense, dedicated<br />
military tactician who calculated day and night in the service of himself. He was his own<br />
sarcophagus, a bold and infallible diplomat who was always berating himself disgustedly<br />
for all the chances he had missed and kicking himself regretfully for all the errors he had<br />
made. He was tense, irritable, bitter and smug. He was a valorous opportunist who<br />
pounced hoggishly upon every opportunity Colonel Korn discovered for him and<br />
trembled in damp despair immediately afterward at the possible consequences he might<br />
suffer. He collected rumors greedily and treasured gossip. He believed all the news he<br />
heard and had faith in none. He was on the alert constantly for every signal, shrewdly<br />
sensitive to relationships and situations that did not exist. He was someone in the know<br />
who was always striving pathetically to find out what was going on. He was a blustering,<br />
intrepid bully who brooded inconsolably over the terrible ineradicable impressions he<br />
knew he kept making on people of prominence who were scarcely aware that he was<br />
even alive.<br />
Everybody was persecuting him. Colonel Cathcart lived by his wits in an unstable,<br />
arithmetical world of black eyes and feathers in his cap, of overwhelming imaginary<br />
triumphs and catastrophic imaginary defeats. He oscillated hourly between anguish and<br />
exhilaration, multiplying fantastically the grandeur of his victories and exaggerating<br />
tragically the seriousness of his defeats. Nobody ever caught him napping. If word<br />
reached him that General Dreedle or General Peckem had been seen smiling, frowning,<br />
or doing neither, he could not make himself rest until he had found an acceptable<br />
interpretation and grumbled mulishly until Colonel Korn persuaded him to relax and take<br />
things easy.<br />
Lieutenant Colonel Korn was a loyal, indispensable ally who got on Colonel Cathcart’s<br />
nerves. Colonel Cathcart pledged eternal gratitude to Colonel Korn for the ingenious<br />
moves he devised and was furious with him afterward when he realized they might not<br />
work. Colonel Cathcart was greatly indebted to Colonel Korn and did not like him at all.<br />
The two were very close. Colonel Cathcart was jealous of Colonel Korn’s intelligence<br />
and had to remind himself often that Colonel Korn was still only a lieutenant colonel,<br />
even though he was almost ten years older than Colonel Cathcart, and that Colonel<br />
Korn had obtained his education at a state university. Colonel Cathcart bewailed the<br />
miserable fate that had given him for an invaluable assistant someone as common as<br />
Colonel Korn. It was degrading to have to depend so thoroughly on a person who had<br />
been educated at a state university. If someone did have to become indispensable to<br />
him, Colonel Cathcart lamented, it could just as easily have been someone wealthy and<br />
well groomed, someone from a better family who was more mature than Colonel Korn<br />
and who did not treat Colonel Cathcart’s desire to become a general as frivolously as<br />
Colonel Cathcart secretly suspected Colonel Korn secretly did.<br />
Colonel Cathcart wanted to be a general so desperately he was willing to try anything,<br />
even religion, and he summoned the chaplain to his office late one morning the week<br />
after he had raised the number of missions to sixty and pointed abruptly down toward<br />
his desk to his copy of The Saturday Evening Post. The colonel wore his khaki shirt<br />
collar wide open, exposing a shadow of tough black bristles of beard on his egg-white